Samhain

samhain/ i enter winter alone/ 
my friends are e’d up, dancing the blues away/ 
the may queen is dead and goloshan 
is doing unspeakable things.  

there will be a lot of fucking tonight/ 
raw celebration of the dead season/ 
but i only want someone to stroke my fingers 
and not look too deeply into my eyes/ someone 
to make me feel its all going to be alright/ 
but the only nirvana any of us knows 
is the temporary joy of chemistry.

the firefox prowls thru the night/ sniffing bins 
for moonlight/ i surrender to its calling.  
the bitter pill is not so hard to swallow.

throbbing thru’ the night, in the belly 
of this hackneyed cab/ i start coming up/ 
walkman & pre-millennium groove 
thundering thru the ventricles of my brain/ 
i am forgetting, forgetting, foregone/ 
an abstract wave in a rhythmic ocean/ 

arriving/ the club doors open, waiting 
to embrace me/ to suck me in 
to the dark, sweaty womb of forgetting/  
i enter, entranced/ limbs moving 
of their own fluid volition/ heart racing/ 
flush of heat sweeping over me/ bodies 
pulsing to the same frantic beat/ feel 
the rush coming on big/ the love bursting 
out of my heart/ out of my eyes/ 

waving to my beautiful beguiling friends/ 
gravitating together in a field of need/ 
i embrace and am embraced/ my fingers 
stroked and kissed/ skin tingling 
with ice and diamonds, ether and bliss/ 
and i am in love with the whole damn world, 
once again.